"I'm fine. It turns out to be Admiral Hao Han. I'm sorry."
She smiled dryly and wanted to move away, but she couldn't move. Her face couldn't help but change slightly. What did he want to do if he didn't let go and hold her?
"You have rainwater on your face." Hanhai used a free hand to wipe her face gently with his sleeve.
Xiahou Huan'er felt her head boom, struck by lightning, and went blank.
She stared at him blankly and forgot to push him away.
Han Hai's movements were very gentle, wiping off the water droplets on her face bit by bit, with half-lowered eyelids, and one arm still restraining her waist. His expression and posture were like treating his little love.
Until a sweet voice full of surprise came: "Master, it turns out you are here, I finally found you."
Hearing this voice, Xiahou Huan'er felt a chill, returned to his original position, and quickly pushed Han Hai away, a little embarrassed: "Well, I can do it myself."
Hanhai looked at her, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said sincerely: "You are very cute."
Xiahou Huan'er touched her face, raised her tail, and said proudly: "Many people said the same thing."
The smile on Hao Han's face widened, and he suddenly reached out to touch the top of her head and said curiously: "Interesting." After saying that, he quickly left without waiting for her to react.
What does he mean?
Xiahou Huan'er was confused by his behavior.
The Persian cat that had been chasing here passed by Hao Han. She glanced at the vast sea, and a strange light flashed in her green eyes. She then turned away and ran to Xia Hou Huan'er, grabbing her wrist and feeling full of joy.
Face said excitedly: "Master, I finally found you."
Xiahou Huan'er quickly withdrew her hand, and when she heard her voice, goosebumps fell all over the floor.
She glared at her angrily and asked fiercely: "I have already set you free, why are you still lingering around me? What are you trying to do?"
The Persian cat bit its lower lip, showing a pitiful expression about to cry: "I'm not going anywhere, I just want to stay with my master."
Xiahou Huan'er held his forehead and felt a headache: "I have never seen a person who doesn't even want freedom. Where is that fly?"
The Persian cat whispered: "He took the reward and left."
"What, he left? He brought you here, but left by himself, is it wrong?" She thought he liked this Persian cat very much, and couldn't help but get angry, "Is there something wrong with your brain?
That Cang Ying has eaten you, you should follow him and let him take responsibility."
The Persian cat stood there, lowering his head and not daring to say a word, looking like a bullied little daughter-in-law.
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth angrily, looking at the sky, the ground, and finally at her, squinting: "You know how to cook, right?"
The Persian cat nodded fiercely: "I can."
Xiahou Huan'er sighed, defeated by her: "Okay, you can stay here for the time being and be responsible for cooking for me."
The Persian cat immediately raised its delicate face happily: "Thank you, master."
Xiahou Huan'er snorted and said, "The food you cook must be to my liking, otherwise I will still tell you to get out."
The Persian cat said confidently: "I will definitely not let the owner down."
Xiahou Huan'er squinted at her outfit, which was still very cool even though it was not revealing. She cursed that it was enough to have an exposed Wild Rose in the zombie camp. This Persian cat, who was no less sexy than her, had no abilities.
, if you dress like this, you may be knocked down by a zombie with poor concentration one day.